ff, but I felt that somethin' was wrong
somewheres. Genaro had told me the Kid's picture wasn't to be made for
a week, but we were gettin' thirty thousand for this stunt so I says to
the Kid,

"Get in there and shed them clothes of yours and I'll beat it over to
the hotel and get your ring togs! They're gettin' ready to fix you so
you no fighta the champ!"

I beat it back to the trick hotel and got the suitcase with the Kid's
gloves, shoes and trunks in it and it didn't take me five minutes to
get back, but that Duke guy is on my neck the minute he sees me.

"Will you hurry up?" he hollers, pullin' a watch on me. "Look at that
sun!"

"He'll be out in a minute now!" I says. "I got a guy in there helpin'
him dress."

"He knows this stuff all right, doesn't he?" he asks me. "I understand
he's been doing nothing but the one line for years."

"Knows it?" I laughs. "He's the world's champion; that's good enough,
ain't it?"

"That's what they all say!" he sneers. "All I hope is that he ain't no
cheap ham! Look at that sun gettin' away from me!"

While I'm tryin' to dope out what all these birds in tights and with
feathers in their hats has got to do with "How Kid Scanlan Won the
Title," Duke grabs my arm.

"Drag that fellow out of the dressin' room," he says, "and tell him he
enters from the second entrance where those trees are. He goes right
through the Tower scene--he knows it by heart, I guess. I'll be right
up on that platform there directing and that's where he wants to
face--not the camera!"

Well, I went into the dressin' room and the Kid is ready. He's got on
a pair of eight ounce gloves, red silk trunks and ring shoes.

"What do I pull now?" he asks me.

"Just walk right out from between them trees," I says, "and they'll tip
you off to the rest."

We sneaked around the scene from the back and stood behind the tree
which Duke had pointed out. A stage hand or somethin' who seemed to be
sufferin' from hysterics told us not to let Duke see us till we entered
the scene, because it was considered bad luck to walk before the camera
first.

"Clear!" we hear Duke yellin', and then he blows a whistle. "Hey, move
faster there, you extra people, a little ginger! Billy, face center,
can't you! Now, Miss Vincent, register fear--that's it, great! All
right, Richard!"

"That's you!" pipes the stage hand, and on walks the Kid. He stands in
the middle of the scene like he done many a time in the n